by Erin Trejo
Shoving her roughly onto the bed, her body bounces as I climb on in between her thighs. With my cock in hand, I stroke her pussy and watch the wetness glisten before sliding the tip in. Cheryl gasps but I stop. Grabbing a condom from the table I quickly slide it on. Back between her thighs, I slide into her watching her for her reaction. Her eyes widen, her lips part and air rushes past her lips.
I’m not easy with her. I can’t be. I fuck her into the mattress, her legs wrapping around my waist as I do. Her heels dig into my ass urging me to get deeper and I do. I hit her in just the right spot until I feel her body begin to tremble. Then I slow my strokes and ease in and out of her.
“Demon,” she whines and I know she was close. Just as she whimpers again, I slam into her all the way. Her body arches, her legs tighten and she comes all over my cock like a good little girl. My balls pull up tight just as I release inside of her. We’re both panting for air when I lean down and suck on her neck, trying to come down from that high.
“You didn’t use any of your stuff,” she whispers.
“I don’t know why but with you I don’t feel like I need it. I just needed inside of you,” I tell her the truth. I’ve always been into bondage and things like that but something inside of me, a switch flipped and I needed inside of her more than I needed the damn high from hurting her.
“Don’t change for me.” Her words send a chill down my spine. I didn’t think I changed anything for her, but the fact that I didn’t use any of my whips or canes on her tells me otherwise. I slide of out of her and pull the condom off before tossing it into the trash by the bed before rolling back toward her.
“Cigarette burns,” I say softly before letting my fingers linger over each one lining her stomach. She quickly tries to move to cover them but I don’t let her. This isn’t the time to be shy. “Tell me about them.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a past I don’t want to talk about,” she says softly but I can hear the pain in her voice.
“Fine. Not right now but one day you’re gonna tell me,” I say truthfully. She nods her head when I lean over and kiss her once more.
“The pin up girl thing. What’s with that?” I ask a question that I hope she will answer.
“I’ve always been intrigued by them. They were gorgeous. I remember looking at the ones that hung in our garage and thinking I want to look just like that when I was older. I wanted to be like them. So beautiful.” A tear slides down her cheek that I quickly brush away.
“You are beautiful, Cheryl.”
“They were just a distraction from everything else. I used them in a way.”
“Nothin’ wrong with that.”
“Thanks for what you were going to do with the girls. I know I don’t deserve special treatment.”
“You deserve respect, which is more than what they were givin’ you. They got what the deserved. Maybe a little more with what Evie did.” I laugh a little thinking about Evie doing that. That girl is lethal in her own right and I find myself wanting to keep Cheryl around.
Chapter Eleven
“Can you grab this, Kitten?” I turn to look at Demon. He’s holding out one of the small bags to me.
“Why do you call me that?” I ask as I grab the bag.
“Because you have claws and I like it,” he says with a genuine smirk on his face.
I smile back as the others pull up and park their bikes. Cali came with Grinder even though she didn’t really want to. She told me that very rarely will I see her with him though. He will be off finding other women to sleep with and it made me wonder if Demon was going to be the same. I ignored the nagging in the back of my mind and got ready anyway.
“You ready to party?” Evie squeals. She told me this is the first time since the baby was born that she’s been out and left her. Drake wasn’t so sure about leaving her with anyone, but one of the other old ladies is keeping her and Demon said he trusted her with his life. I guess that makes it all okay then although I don’t think I could ever leave my child with anyone else.
“She isn’t partyin’ with you,” Demon tells her. Her eyes widen before she smiles at me. I don’t know what the hell she’s smiling about.
“What am I doing then?”
“You’re with me, remember? Did I need to give you a reminder of who you came with?” His threat is one I’d like to fulfill, but instead I shake my head no as Evie laughs.
“Just do it, Demon. Claim her ass already.”
“Shut the fuck up, Evie. You don’t know shit about what you’re sayin’ right now.” His words aren’t hurtful. I’m just something different for him right now. I’m not like the other girls. I’ve been around clubs long enough to know what being claimed means and that is not what is happening here. Demon is just having his fun and I suppose in a way I am too.
“Let’s go find our room,” Drake says pulling Evie along with him.
A few people stare as Demon and I walk toward the hotel. They mostly stare at me. I’m not ugly. I know that much and I’ve hated it since I was a kid because it attracts unwanted attention.
“You’re attractin’ all the wrong attention, sweetheart.”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry? For what? Lookin’ like you climbed off a poster? Fuck that shit, Cheryl. You’re sexy as fuck and it’s gonna make me hard knowin’ none of them assholes get to touch you but me.” His words warm my chest as we walk inside. I wait near the elevator while Demon checks us in. I wonder what his real name is? I wonder if he’d even tell me?
He strolls over and presses the button, ushering me inside when the doors open. I climb in and wait until we get to our floor. The air escapes my lungs when I see he has the top floor all to himself.
“You’re sleeping here?” I gasp when the door opens into the living area.
“We are. I ain’t sleepin’ alone,” he reminds me.
My cheeks heat as I step into the room and take it all in. I’ve never been in anything like this before. The clubhouse is nice and all but this is something more.
“This is amazing.”
“It’s only space. It means nothin’ if you don’t have somethin’ worth havin’ in it.”
Cocking my head to the side, I study the man in his light denim jeans hanging on his hips, his white t-shirt with his cut over the top. He’s different. He’s a biker. He’s something more that I can’t quite put my finger on, but I know this man isn’t like the rest of the men I’ve come across.
“This is just…wow.”
“It’s only material things, Kitten.”
“You aren’t materialistic, are you?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“Not at all. At any second everything you have can be taken away. Material things can be replaced.”
My heart surges inside of me. He’s so different and I’m finding that I like it. I follow behind Demon and drop the bags on the bed. It’s huge. Like bigger than his bed back at the clubhouse.
“Can I take the shorts off now?” I ask. He made me wear shorts under my dress on the ride down here so that if the wind blew it up no one would see a thing.
“You can take it all off now,” he says looking at me with heat in his eyes. I slowly pull the shorts down and kick them to the side. That’s when he moves. He crosses the room in a few long strides until he’s standing in front of me. Even in my heels, he’s taller than me and I like that fact. Some girls are okay with men being shorter but I’m not one of those.
Demon leans down, his fingers tickling my flesh as he slowly drags them up my thigh. When he reaches my hip, I gasp.
“No panties and you tried to get on my bike like that. Was that all for me?” he asks huskily. I nod my head when he steps back and pulls his cut down his arms. He tosses it onto the dresser before slowly peeling his shirt off. I watch the tattoos, the scars, everything as his muscles flex with each movement he makes. God, he’s made for sin.
“You wanna come over here and ride me with that dress on?”
I bite my lip to keep the moan from escaping my lips before slowly moving toward him. He pulls his jeans and boxers down and passes me a condom. I rip it open, and when he lays back on the bed, I slowly roll it down his length before kicking my shoes off. Climbing on the bed, I start to straddle him when he shakes his head no.
“Keep your feet on the mattress,” he says.
I do what he says, slowly lowering myself down his length with a moan. His hands clamp onto my waist, helping me, guiding me until he shoves me down and impales me on his cock. I scream out words that I don’t even know as he lifts me and does it again. Each time he goes deeper. Each time he hits another part of me that I didn’t think he could. I’m a screaming mess when I come too quickly. I’m panting, gasping for air as Demon chuckles beneath me.
“You’re evil,” I whisper.
“I’m the Demon, baby.” Slowly he releases his grip on me and even though my body is still on a high, I swirl my hips. He groans and lays back watching me move. Even in my dress I feel completely exposed to him.
“Who burnt you?”
I don’t want to answer that. I pause for a second not knowing what to say to him. I don’t want to tell him what happened to me and what I’ve done.
“It was a long time ago,” I say softly. My hips stop moving and Demon slaps my thigh. I clench around him before I start moving once more.
“Tell me.”
“My dad.”
“Why?”
Each swirl of my hips pulls him in and just like his cock I can feel him gripping my soul. I don’t want him to do that. I don’t want to let him in. It’s wrong, this all is but he’s kept me around. Is it because I’m not broken yet like the other girls? Does he feel something like I do?
“Tell me what you’re thinkin’,” he demands. I shake my head and he reaches up and grabs my chin. Pulling my face down toward his, he repeats his demand. This time I open my mouth, but before I can speak he kisses me. It’s so soft and gentle - not like Demon. He’s supposed to be rough and harsh but he isn’t. Not with me anyway.
“I was wondering why you keep me around. Why I’m not allowed to fuck the other guys.”
Something flashes in his eyes as he looks at me intently.
“Is that what you want?” His anger can be heard in his tone but that isn’t what I want. I want answers. I want to know why me. I want to know why he’s keeping me away from the others when we all know what I’m here for.
“No.”
“I don’t know the answer to that, Kitten. I like you. I like the fight in you, and regardless of how you came to be here, I’m glad you are. Now tell me about them, the burns. I’m not lettin’ you go right now.” His cock leaps inside of me. Demon shoves me back up with another groan when I’m fully seated on his cock once more. I move my hips slowly, loving how he feels inside of me.
“He used to bring me to these rallies. He used to burn me with his cigarettes when I didn’t follow the rules.”
“What rules? How old were you?”
“I… He let them…” I can’t do this. I stand up, his cock falling from my body as I move to the other side of the bed. Demon moves quickly, grabbing me and pinning me on the bed beneath him. His cock is back inside of me and I feel full once more. This isn’t the time for this. I can’t do this with him and yet here I am letting him back in. What is wrong with me!
“Don’t pull away from me, Kitten. Talk to me,” he urges. Slow rolls of his hips almost make me forget everything, if only for a second. Tears build in my eyes and I can’t stop them from leaking down my cheeks.
“He would let them touch me. When I tried to fight back he would burn me.”
“Fuck, darlin’. How old were you?”
“Six maybe seven. I don’t remember.” Anger morphs into something more in his eyes. I can see it as he looks at me.
“Where is he now?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in years.” He nods his head before he leans down and presses his lips to mine. Everything in the moment explodes. My body, my heart, my mind. Lights flash behind my eyes as I feel him come undone. My body trembles when he finally pulls out of me.
He rolls the condom off and tosses it to the side before reaching for me. Pulling me into his arms I feel safe. That’s not something I should feel when I’m with him. I shouldn’t feel anything because that’s what club girls do. We block out our feelings and just go with the flow but with Demon? I can’t. I burst into tears as he holds me tighter. Everything a mess of emotions.
“It’s okay. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
“He can. He does. He hurts me every time someone sees those scars. It hurts, Demon.”
“I’m sorry, darlin’. If I ever see the motherfucker I will kill him myself,” he whispers into my hair.
Chapter Twelve
Her dress is a baby blue color that barely covers her ass. It’s tight at the top showing off too much tits for me but the bottom is flowy. She has on tan heels that make her legs look longer than they are and her hairs all done up like the pin up girls on posters. Fuck, my cock likes her look a little too much. Men have stared at her all goddamn day today and it’s pissed me off to a point. I know I shouldn’t feel that way considering what she is but I can’t stop it either. It makes me rethink what exactly she is. Maybe she isn’t just a club whore that got passed on to me to break. No, I can feel it when I’m near her. She is more.
I bring the beer to my lips as she dances in the middle of the crowd with Evie and a few of the other girls that are around. Cali has her hands all over my girl and it’s beginning to wear on my nerves. She’s mine. I don’t like anyone – even another girl – touching what’s mine.
“You hear Tadmore MC is out here?” Grinder asks leaning into me so I can hear him.
“Who the fuck are they?” He chuckles.
“Some fucked up shit that moves around a lot.”
“Settin’ up new chapters?”
“Not that I heard. Just them tryin’ to find a place to fit in. Rico said they are one to keep an eye on around the girls. Backstabbin’ motherfuckers.”
I nod my head and make a mental note to watch out for them. Although most every club here is friendly for the most part, you always get that one club that wants to break the goddamn rules.
“Keep the girls on a short leash, yeah?” Grinder nods his head when Drake walks over.
“Goddamn Evie is gonna have me murder a motherfucker out here,” he growls when I see the way the men are staring. I chuckle and slap a hand on his shoulder. She’s wearing her property cut so she should be okay but that doesn’t always mean anything.
Then someone grabs Cheryl and her eyes widen. My lips part as my eyes narrow trying to get a read on her facial expressions. It’s like she’s seen a ghost. The man tugs on her but she turns her head, searching for what? Me? Then our eyes lock and I’m off the stool I’d been sitting on. The man follows her gaze. When he sees me coming he takes off the other way. Cheryl turns away from him and runs, slamming into me so hard we both nearly fall over. She’s panicking and shaking.
“What happened? Who was that?” I ask her quickly needing an answer before I rip some motherfucker’s head off.
“He can’t be here. He’s here, Demon. I need to go.” She pulls out of my arms and takes off through the crowd. I glance over at Grinder but he just shrugs his shoulders. I head back to the table unsure of if I should chase after her or not. She seemed shaken but not so much that she couldn’t run off.
“What the fuck was that?” Drake asks.
“Fuck if I know. She took off.”
“You hear about the Tadmore shit? Everyone’s talkin’ about them.” He changes the subject. I grab my beer and take another long pull.
“Grinder was just tellin’ me about it. What’s the deal with them?”
“I don’t know, brother. Saw a few wanderin’ around but they seemed fine to me.”
“Never seen them or heard of them. We don’t need no other bullshit
so as long as they aren’t fuckin’ with us we’re good,” I tell them both. Grinder nods his head but then looks at me funny.
“What?”
“That man out there on the floor was one of them. You didn’t see the cut?”
“No. I wasn’t lookin’ at cuts,” I tell him. I know I should have been but I was too focused on her. That girl is fucking with my head and I don’t like it. But I find that I can’t help it. She occupies my mind, making me lose of sense of everything besides her.
“That was one of them,” he says once more. Fuck my life. Why can’t shit ever be easy?
“Keep an eye on the girls. I’m gonna go find Cheryl and see what she knows.”
“Wait up for us. We’ll come.” Drake shoves from his stool and walks to the dance floor to grab Evie. She looks like she’s going to protest until Drake whispers something in her ear. Her cheeks turn pink and she follows right behind him as well as Cali and the few others who came along. As a group we walk the block back to the hotel when I hear her screams. I take off running toward the sound when I see the same man grabbing her arm and tugging her along with him.
“You might wanna rethink touchin’ another club’s property,” I growl. The man turns and looks me up and down, releasing the hold he had on her. I motion for her to come to me and she does quickly like a good girl. I want to kiss her, tell her she’s okay, but I also want to know what the fuck is going on with this guy.
“Club property, huh? She ain’t wearin’ no cut,” he says eyeing her up and down.
“She’s mine, asshole. Property of fuckin’ Demon. Put your hands on her again and you’ll be sorry. I will gut you in front of your whole crew,” I warn him. It’s a fair warning but I also know what I just did and I’m a little shocked myself.
“You claimed her,” Evie says but I ignore her.
“You got a lot of balls, Demon.”
“Goddamn right I do. You better take a walk and stay away from my girl.”
“Funny thing about that. She’s not your girl. She’s mine,” he roars.
“You know what you’re doin’ right now, brother?” Drake asks but I ignore him.
